Stop bouncing. He's not bouncing. He's not even panicking! He's perfectly calm. Just look at him - the veritable portrait of calm, right here! He goes rigid almost indignantly, eyeing the woman warily.

"Of course I do!" he says, altogether far too decisively for someone who knows nothing of the sort. "It's a, um, a human - a whole human thing, you're human, you should know, shouldn't you? It's one of those human things, one of your old buildings, isn't it? Not a very nice one," he remarks offhandedly as he steps delicately over the avalanche of papers his collision with the desk has left scattered over the floor. "Not a fan of this, um, this, this interior, um, decorating."